REK
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I awoke this morning to the sounds of my wife scolding HER dog "Louis, you are so in trouble!"
It appears that the canine in question chewed two rather substantial holes in my down sleeping bag.
Now this is not just any down bag. This is the bag that is older than some of my fellow Scout leaders. This is the one that I waited all night on the sidewalk on Comm. Ave. in 1971 to be first in line for the legendary EMS Sale. This is the bag that I worked all summer on a fishing boat to make the $100 to buy it with. This is the bag that when I tried the various sizes I found that what I really needed was the extra large and not the regular but only had enough for the regular $98 vs $115. I decided that a small bag was better than none and began to put the bags back in their stuff sacks. The very cool hiippy type sales guy in the Icelandic sweater and hat said he take care of that for me while I picked up the rest of my purchases. This is the bag that when it came out of the stuff sack that next weekend at the Resolution Shelter had magically "turned into" the extra large bag.
I will always remember him. A serious lesson in Karma at age 15.
Well, I'm going to try to repair it for mostly sentimental reasons. It started as a 10 F bag and is now probably a 60 F. It is old enough to be in the ICU of the gear hospital in the "Gerry" -atric (get it?) ward. In deference to the dog lovers on the board I'll spare the kimchee jokes!
Hey! This means that I get to buy a NEW ONE!
Bob
It appears that the canine in question chewed two rather substantial holes in my down sleeping bag.
Now this is not just any down bag. This is the bag that is older than some of my fellow Scout leaders. This is the one that I waited all night on the sidewalk on Comm. Ave. in 1971 to be first in line for the legendary EMS Sale. This is the bag that I worked all summer on a fishing boat to make the $100 to buy it with. This is the bag that when I tried the various sizes I found that what I really needed was the extra large and not the regular but only had enough for the regular $98 vs $115. I decided that a small bag was better than none and began to put the bags back in their stuff sacks. The very cool hiippy type sales guy in the Icelandic sweater and hat said he take care of that for me while I picked up the rest of my purchases. This is the bag that when it came out of the stuff sack that next weekend at the Resolution Shelter had magically "turned into" the extra large bag.
I will always remember him. A serious lesson in Karma at age 15.
Well, I'm going to try to repair it for mostly sentimental reasons. It started as a 10 F bag and is now probably a 60 F. It is old enough to be in the ICU of the gear hospital in the "Gerry" -atric (get it?) ward. In deference to the dog lovers on the board I'll spare the kimchee jokes!
Hey! This means that I get to buy a NEW ONE!
Bob